Paradise Of Freedom

By Monalisa Nahak

Time feels out of sync.

All I feel is frustration.

I’m doing what I am asked to do, just like everyone else;

I’m carrying out my duties without any protest.

But my soul seems to be empty and my heart out of ink;

I cannot describe this devastation.

I need to escape this unending mess,

And travel to where my mind can rest.

I live in a world where I don’t belong;

People here speak a language I don’t understand.

I fail to contain myself while trying to adapt

I’m fading away for they want me to be what I’m not.

It’s difficult to fall asleep this way, so I sing myself a song.

But I find myself in an endless pit, an abyss of sand.

I shed tears and scream but there’s no one to help.

So I pulled myself out and went after what I have forever sought.

I finally found home and reasons

To be happy while embracing failures and flaws too.

A place where my presence is valued and acknowledged;

An arcadia where I do not have to fight wars to get by.

I shall call it freedom; this place from my visions,

Where I am not obliged to follows what I am asked to.

There is no criticism; change is embraced and encouraged,

And all that optimism keeps you strong come what may.

By Monalisa Nahak